I lent my topee to Camarião, who looked extremely odd in it.

The sylyman lay and herde, And hys wyf answerd.

When he was dried he struggled into his shirt. Then, ruddy and shiny, with hair on end, and his flannelette shirt hanging over his pit-trousers, he stood warming the garments he was going to put on.

They opted against taking the train, preferring the bus.